Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature audiences. Special thanks to Bob Cashman for his invaluable assistance by writing the incredible nightmare scenes. The characters of John Nail, One-Eyed Jack, and Trixie were created by the author for this story.
John Nail hadn’t set foot in Gotham City for over five years now, and lots of things had changed in that amount of time. For one thing, his appearance was different. His skin had been baked a dark brown from lying around for hours in the hot sun. He had also amassed about twenty pounds on his once lean frame with greasy Mexican cuisine. He let his hair grow to shoulder length and the sunglasses he wore hid his bloodshot eyes. The beard he had let grow on his face was peppered with gray, and when he entered the Timberwolves nightclub, he knew no one would recognize him.
He took a seat by the bar and ordered a drink with a raspy sandpaper voice; the byproduct of being punched in the throat by the irate husband of a woman he had knocked up back in the little town in Mexico where he had been making his home since he left Gotham.
As he looked around the bar and saw the same old familiar faces, John felt a pang of pain and longing. He didn’t realize how much he had missed being on the job. When he had left, he had just been named Detective of the Year, and he was on the fast track to make Captain, and maybe eventually Commissioner. There was nothing like the camaraderie of police officers, being part of an elite group of men who backed up each other like no other fraternity or family of men in the world. But being a Gotham City police detective meant dealing the lowest scum of the earth. It was difficult for some to ride the fence between corruption and high character. Some, like John, fell towards the dark side. It was easier, and the money was too tempting to resist. Profiting by playing heroes and villains against the other had finally taken its toll, and he ended up destroying a promising career.
Now he was back. Bored with the slow, laid back Mexican life he had been trying to get used to. There were only so many ways to get smashed and fuck the two beautiful Lopez sisters. They were almost too good to leave behind, but he got the feeling that the corrupt mayor was getting fed up with him, and he knew life wasn’t worth spit to these people. He cashed in his chips and now he was back in good old Gotham City.
As he sipped his bourbon, his mind was rolling over and over a plan in his head, until he was startled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder.
“Hello, John.” Came a demure voice behind him. “I thought that was you.”
John turned and looked up into the face of Nomi Malone. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how she had recognized him. Maybe the fact that he had been banging her off and on for years before he left had something to do with it.
“You got the wrong guy.” John replied as he turned back to his drink.
Nomi laughed off his reply, and took a seat on a stool next to him. “I thought you were dead. Obviously you’re not, but it looks like you’ve changed quite a bit. I like the hair.”
Nail was silent, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I guess you don’t want anyone to recognize you.” Nomi continued as she crossed her long luxurious legs. “Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me.”
John finally looked over at her and said. “How in the hell did you know it was me?”
“A woman’s natural intuition.” Nomi said with a smile as she took out a cigarette. “I never believed you were dead. Especially when I found out Bob had supposedly left me this bar. I knew that was your doing. By the way, thank you for that. I deserved it for all the shit I had to put up with.”
“Oh, it was nothing.” John said in feigned conceit while he lit her cigarette.
Nomi smiled in amusement and then asked John. “What I want to know is, what happened with Batgirl? Why did you let her live?”
“Long story.” John replied as he finished his drink.
“I’ve got all night.” Nomi said as she cocked an eyebrow. “Why don’t we go upstairs?”
John looked into Nomi’s eyes. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to her. She hadn’t changed a bit, still beautiful with large doe eyes and full sensuous lips, and a face that simply dared you to either slap her or fuck her.
“Sure.” John finally agreed, and followed Nomi upstairs to her private apartment. It was plush and decorated with soft white leather furniture and carpet. It reminded him of some sort of whore’s den, and when Nomi grabbed him and spun him around to plant her thick lips on his, the picture was complete.
After exchanging tongues and moist kisses, John was completely and utterly aroused as Nomi grabbed his genitals and fondled him. He grabbed a fistful of her curly golden tresses and pushed her down onto her knees.
Nomi knew exactly what to do next. She loved when John was rough with her. It meant that he was going to fuck her with animalistic intensity, and she loved revving him up to get him to that point. Her favorite way was by scrambling to open his pants, like she couldn’t wait to get at the contents. When she finally pulled out his stiffening member, Nomi allowed John to slam it in her mouth and practically ram it down her throat. She spent several long minutes, twisting her head around on his cock as she slid her lips and tongue up and down and around his cock, making wet moaning sounds as she did so.
John was enthralled, and shut his eyes as Nomi performed her oral bag of tricks on him. She had succeeded in working him up to a complete frenzy, until he couldn’t take any more. He grabbed her and lifted her up and shoved her towards one of the leather sofas, and spent the next few hours fucking and getting sucked to his heart’s content.
Batgirl was patrolling the streets of Gotham City. Things had been quiet for some time now. Even Batman and Robin had noticed the little activity from Gotham City’s most notorious super villains, who were either locked up in prison or in hiding, licking their wounds, courtesy of the dynamic duo and Batgirl. Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson decided it was safe enough to make an excursion to Metropolis to visit an old friend, leaving Batgirl to watch over the city by herself.
But a heroine’s job was never done, and Batgirl rode through the usual neighborhoods where the lowliest of criminals did their nocturnal dirty work. She was sure to find some kind of dastardly deed was taking place.
She didn’t have to look far.
Down a side alley out of the corner of her eye, a mugger was in the process of molesting and terrorizing an innocent young woman. He had her pressed up against the brick wall of the building with a long knife perilously close against her cheek while he pawed and fondled her squirming body through her dress. She was begging and pleading to be let go, but the mugger merely sneered and salivated on her face, threatening her with all sorts of lewd and vile threats, causing the girl to whimper and moan as tears rolled down her face.
“Unhand her, you cowardly cur!” Came a voice from the end of the alleyway.
The mugger turned and saw a silhouetted figure back lit from behind. His heart froze when he thought it was Batman, but then he made out the shapely figure of Batgirl as she approached him with an intimidating pose, her hands on her hips while she sashayed her hips smoothly and her chin lifted a tad defiantly.
The mugger displayed a greasy smile as he ogled Batgirl’s curvy petite body, baring his yellowed teeth deviously. “Well, if it isn’t Batgirl. I’ve always wanted to meet you.”
“Tonight’s your lucky night then.” Batgirl replied as she approached him fearlessly.
“When I get done with you, you’ll wish you never put on that costume.” The mugger said as he brandished his hunter’s knife. “I’m going to slice it off, then I’m going to slice you into little bits of bat meat. But that will be after I taste a little of that Bat pussy of yours. First I’m going to end you over one of these trashcans, and then I’ll bang those nice tits of yours. Then I’m going to stick my snake in your mouth and gag you with it.”
“You vile disgusting vermin!” Batgirl said when she heard his venomous words. “Is that how you get your thrills, terrorizing your victims with your sick perverted threats?”
The mugger laughed, infuriating Batgirl. She would have to teach this little punk a lesson. As soon as he lunged at her, Batgirl sidestepped him, and gave him a hard chop on the back of the neck as he went by, sending him sprawling into a pile of wood pallets.
The mugger got up cursing and staggered over to Batgirl, holding up his knife. She promptly spun and kicked it out of his hand, sending it skittering down the alley, while the mugger grabbed his hand in pain. Batgirl took the opportunity to stand before the mugger, hands on her hips, and with her stiff dancer’s leg, kicked upwards in an arch, catching him under the chin and knocking him backwards, stunned, but still on his feet.
The mugger had no time to recover before Batgirl took him by the wrist and locked him up, twisting his arm until he was bent over at the waist and groaning in agony. She brought her knee up neatly into his jaw, and then flipped him over onto his back with ease. The wind was knocked out of him as he slammed onto the pavement, and all he could do was wheeze and moan as he lay on his back in the filthy alley floor.
While the mugger’s intended victim watched, Batgirl took her boot, flipped the mugger onto his stomach, and then knelt over him to place a pair of Batcuffs on his wrists. When she had him safely incapacitated, Batgirl stood up and went over to the young girl.
“Thank you, Batgirl.” The girl cried. “I thought I was going to die.”
“You’d better get home. Contact the police tomorrow and let them know you’d like to press charges against this creep.”
“I can’t.” The girl cried. “I’m so scared!”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise.” Batgirl assured her. “From now on, I think it would be a good idea if you didn’t walk these streets after dark.”
The girl nodded her head in agreement, gathered her spilled purse, and left quickly while Batgirl went to a nearby pay phone and made a call to the nearest police precinct to pick up the still groaning street vermin.
Batgirl left the mugger cuffed to a street light until she saw a squad car come down the street. She then mounted her Bat cycle, and roared off into the night.
When their intense lovemaking was through in Nomi’s office, John and Nomi both lay on the floor, their bodies covered with a gleam of perspiration.
“Why don’t we go to the roof and soak in the hot tub?” Nomi suggested.
“That sounds great.” John said with a lazy smile as the two of them went up a private staircase to an enclosed area where a huge hot tub was steaming and bubbling.
The two of them climbed in and Nomi was immediately horny again, giving John her famous ‘fuck me’ stare as she straddled his body and then reached between his legs to get him hard again with her hand. Within a minute, Nomi had John sufficiently hard enough so that she adjusted her hips to mount his stiff cock. Never taking her eyes off his, Nomi began to rock her body up and down in the water as John held on to her hips.
She started slow at first, but little by little, Nomi picked up her pace until she was slamming and splashing in the hot tub, her pert breasts bouncing around as she humped John. She threw her head back when her first orgasm shot up through her body, and she let out a long high-pitched squeal. “Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
John kept thrusting up into her, practically lifting her out of the hot tub, and then seized her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples while Nomi screamed in ecstasy. He let loose with his own orgasm, pounding away until he had unleashed every drop of come inside her.
When the two of them finally began to come down from their exploding orgasms, Nomi moaned softly as John let out a long groan of satisfaction. The two of them held each other for awhile, until they could both catch their breath.
Out of the blue, John asked Nomi. “Is One-eyed Jack still around?”
“Um…yea…he still comes by sometimes.”
“Do you have a phone number for him?” John asked
“Why?”
“I have some business to discuss with him.”
“Sure.” Nomi said as she reached for a phone by the hot tub. “I can call him right now.”
Nomi dialed a number and listened to the ringing, waiting for someone to pick up.
The radio was blaring in the dingy one room apartment of a small time coke dealer, Jack Dole, otherwise known as ‘One-Eyed Jack.’ The name was cruelly given to him because of a childhood accident in which he lost his left eye to a rock fired from a slingshot. He was currently lying on the bed in his dingy apartment, while a cute brunette named Trixie was busy teasing him by sexily licking a large round swirled lollipop while she lightly bounced up and down on his lap. She was wearing a red and white striped tube top, red lace panties, frilly ankle socks, and candy apple red patent leather pumps. Her ponytail bounced as she played the “little girl” look to the hilt while Jack gave her a “pony ride.”
“Yea.” Jack picked up and finally answered on the tenth ring of his phone.
“Hi, Jack, it’s Nomi.”
“I’m kind of busy right now.” Jack said as he pulled down Trixie’s tube top to allow her perfect full mounds to spill out. “I’ll have to call you back later.”
“I think there’s someone here you’d like to talk to.”
“Oh, yea? Who?” Jack said while he playfully fought with Trixie as she tried to pull her top back up to cover her luscious breasts.
“I’ll let you find out.” Nomi said and handed the receiver over to John.
John took the phone and spoke. “Hey, One-Eye. How are you?”
“Who’s this?”
“John Nail.”
“Ha. Ha. Yea, right!” Jack laughed. “Everyone knows that crooked cop Johnny Nails is dead. Who is this? Is that you, Smitty?”
“You never called me a crooked cop to my face, One-Eye.” John said with amusement. “Not even when we hooked up with those two strippers from Atlantic City.
The other end of the phone went silent. One-Eyed Jack’s mouth fell open in shock, like he had just heard a voice from the dead. Only John Nail would know about the two topless dancers they picked up at an after hours club in Gotham City’s warehouse district.
“Holy shit.” One-Eyed Jack finally sputtered. “Hey, John! How are you? Jeez, I thought you were dead! Listen, uh, I was just messing around with that crooked cop stuff.”
Sure you were.” John said, enjoying Jack’s embarrassment and sudden change of tone.
“What can I do for you Johnny?”
John looked at Nomi, who was listening intently to the conversation with a sly smile, and told One-eye, “Hold on a second…”
John held his hand over the receiver and said to Nomi, “I need a little privacy.”
“Oh yea?” Nomi said with a sultry, defiant little look. “This is my hot tub, and I’m not leaving. So, what do you want me to do?”
“Take a deep breath.” John said.
“What?” Nomi asked puzzled.
Suddenly, John took Nomi by the hair and shoved her under the water as she took in a surprised gasp of air at the last second when she realized what John was doing. As John held the struggling Nomi under water, John continued his conversation.
“I need to meet up with you tonight.” John told One-Eye on the phone.
“What’s up Nail?” One-Eye asked. “You got a new scam cooking?”
“All you need to know right now is that there’s a ton of cash involved. I need a go-between. Are you in or out?”
“Are you serious?” One-Eye sputtered. His enthusiasm soared when he heard the word cash. “Hell yes I’m in!”
“I’ll meet you at Jimmy Smash’s old place. Tonight in an hour.” John told him.
Nail hung up and then allowed Nomi up out of the water, gasping and coughing. She was as mad as a hornet, cursing and slapping John. “You bastard! How dare you!”
“Come here!” John said as he grabbed her and placed his mouth on hers, ramming his tongue in her mouth until she finally calmed down. Then he gave her one more good fuck for the road before he got dressed and headed for Jimmy Smash’s tavern.
Jimmy Smash’s tavern was the kind of place where you could have a nice private meeting with someone. The owner was very discreet, and the criminal element liked the place for that very reason. In the old days, Nail had used this particular establishment to set up deals and meet with informants. No one recognized him here, and he took a seat in a booth in the back, waiting for One-Eyed Jack to show up. When he did, Nail shook his head slowly and groaned.
One-Eye was approaching the booth arm in arm with Trixie, his faux teenybopper with the candy apple red heels and ponytail.
“Hey John, long time no see.” One-Eye said with a crooked grin.
“Lose the girl.” John mumbled under his breath.
“What?” One-Eye said, not believing what he had just heard.
“You heard me.” John said with a hard look.
“Say, baby.” One-Eye said nervously. “Why don’t you wait over by the bar?”
“Jack!” Trixie whined. “Why can’t I sit with you?”
“I have some business to discuss.” One-Eye told her. “I’ll come get you in minute.”
Trixie pouted her lips and then turned away and walked off in a huff towards the bar like a spoiled brat who didn’t get her way. Once she was gone, One-Eye took a seat in the booth across from John and complained. “Jeez, Nail, lighten up. What’s your problem?”
“The last thing I need is your little bimbo shooting off her mouth about my plan to all her friends.” John replied coldly.
“Hey, Trixie’s cool.” One-Eye assured John as he lit up a cigarette. “We’ve been together two months. All she likes to do is put things in her mouth, and every night when we go to bed, she uses me like a pacifier.”
As One-Eyed Jack chuckled like a pervert, John shook his head and wondered if he made the right choice in using him for his plan. He sighed deeply and continued. “Let’s get a few things clear first. No one, and I mean no one, hears what I’m about to spell out for you. If hear word on the street about any of this, your life is over. Understand?”
“Sure, yea.” One-Eye said. “I hear you. You can count on me Nail.”
“I have in the past.” John said. “That’s why I’m coming to you now. There’s a chance for you to make the biggest score of your life, if you do everything I tell you to and we work together. So all I have to ask you is one question: Can I depend on you?”
“Sure. No problem.” One-Eyed Jack replied enthusiastically. He loved working with John Nail. His plans never failed to make big money for him. He listened intently as John began to lay out the plan in detail for the next hour as visions of cash danced in his head.
The plan was a thing of beauty. John revealed that he had discovered the true identity of Batgirl and knew exactly how to trap and capture her. The next step would be contacting the first ten interested parties who would like to pay for spending one hour to do with Batgirl whatever they wanted; namely every super villain in Gotham City who had the disposable cash and a grudge against Batgirl. That’s where One-Eyed Jack would come in. He was well known for having a network of underworld associates who could get in touch with any other criminal, from the top villains to the bottom feeders.
Since the bidding would start at $10,000, the potential cash intake could conceivably reach past the million-dollar mark. The ultimate high bidder would then have the honor of not only getting first dibs with Batgirl, but also the option of keeping Batgirl for whatever he or she wanted to do with her, including the privilege of unmasking her. Of course this was all after the other nine took their turns with her, in order of their bid amount.
The catch was this. Every bid would have to be accompanied by that amount in cash. Nail explained to One-Eyed Jack that the reason for this unorthodox rule was so that the money could be laundered, since 99% of cash held by these types would most likely be stolen.
One-Eyed Jack said to Nail, “These people aren’t going to go for that.”
“Think about it.” John said. “If you were The Joker or The Penguin, and you had a chance to get your hands on Batgirl, would you turn your back on that? I don’t think so. The rest can take it or leave it.”
“Okay, but I hope you know what you’re doing. These guys are dangerous if you try to screw them over, Nail, and I’ll be the first to be shanked.”
“I know that.” Nail said. “I’ve dealt with them for years. Trust me. Besides, think of the cash. You get ten percent of whatever we bring in.”
“Yea.” One-Eyed said as he began to think about it. “Hey, what’s ten percent of a million dollars?”
John Nail smiled at the hopeless criminal in front of him and sipped his drink. He knew exactly what buttons to push with the clueless lowlife. Now all he could do was hope that he didn’t screw it all up by shooting off his mouth.
The next day Barbara Gordon locked up the Gotham City library for the afternoon. The day had been uneventful, except for the strange man who insisted on bothering her by requesting her help in looking up books having to do with sex. Obviously, he was some kind of pervert out to get his sick thrills, but she put up with it until she finally had enough and asked him to look up the books himself.
When she arrived home, she fed Charlie, her bird, and then made a light dinner for herself. Nothing but protein and carbohydrates was on her plate. She had to keep her svelte figure as well as her strength and stamina for the night ahead as Gotham’s protector. After she cleaned up the kitchen, she went to her bedroom and into her secret closet where her Batgirl costume hung with care. She slipped into the form fitting purple top body suit, her boots, utility belt, and finally her red wig, cowl and short yellow cape. After she pulled on her gloves, Batgirl stood before the full-length mirror and posed girlishly with her hands on her hips. Perfect, even if I do say so myself.
Then it was on through the secret passage way to her Batgirl cycle. She climbed on the bike and was about to step down on the start pedal with her boot, when suddenly, Batgirl was grabbed around the waist by one arm while another covered her mouth with a chloroform soaked cloth.
“Ummm! Ummmmph!” Batgirl tried to scream out from behind the stifling rag. The chemical was quick, and soon Batgirl’s desperate struggles died down slowly. The last thought that went through her mind was how anyone could have found where she lived.
John Nail, clad in dark clothes and hooded mask, gently lay down the now unconscious form of Batgirl. He took a cord of rope from a carrying sack, and began to bind up his sleeping victim. First her wrists behind her back with double and triple knots, and then her ankles. He didn’t want to take any chances, even going so far as to bind her arms to her sides and finally folding her legs back and pulling it all together with a strict hog tie.
The light dose of chloroform he gave her wouldn’t last until he got her to where he wanted, so he folded up the rag, placed it over her mouth and nose, and tied it off with a handkerchief in order to keep Batgirl nice and sleepy on the short trip.
John opened the faux brick wall, picked up Batgirl, and quickly carried her to a car he had waiting in the alley with the trunk open. He placed her inside and shut the trunk lid. Then he went back to close the brick wall back up, taking one last look at the gleaming Batgirl cycle sitting there.
That would make a great souvenir, John thought to himself, and he wondered how much one of the bidders would pay for it as he climbed in his car and drove away.
The bid went just as John Nail had planned. Couriers brought bags to a secret location, all stuffed with cash of varying amounts totaling just over one five million dollars. It took a while for Nail and One-Eyed Jack to determine the winning bid. They were both very surprised, not only by the total amount, but that the winning bid wound up being from The Scarecrow. He was a one time Gotham University psychology professor named Jonathan Crane, whose study of fear evolved into his unique creation of chemicals and toxins to instill fear in his victims.
“Well, let’s give him a call and get him over here.” John said to One-Eyed Jack.
Batgirl woke up with a pounding headache. Not only that, but her back, arms and legs were sore, unaware that it was from being hog-tied for such a long period of time. Now she found herself strapped to a table with her arms under her back and her legs spread apart, bound to the corners of a lab table. She was unable to move her head because it was strapped down as well with gauze tape across her mouth, holding firm a bitter-tasting rubber ball that was stuffed tight between her teeth. She tried to feel around for her utility belt, but it had been removed of course. All she could do was squint her eyes up into a harsh light that was shining down into her face from a fixture above the table. She was suddenly startled by a voice.
“I see you are finally awake, Batgirl.” Came the muffled voice. It was familiar to her, like someone who was speaking from behind a mask. Batgirl gave a soft moan. Oh no, not again. This can’t be happening. Who in the world has captured me this time…And how?
Batgirl received her answer when the straw hatted form entered the light in her limited field of vision. Her eyes went wide with fright, and immediately she began to struggle against her stringent bonds. Oh no! Not him! Not the Scarecrow!
The Scarecrow gave a soft eerie laugh as he watched Batgirl panic. He knew she was remembering their last encounter very well, when The Scarecrow almost destroyed her mind with his fear toxin. Of course, he had that effect on everyone who crossed him. If it’s one thing that everyone had, it was a fear…of something. Snakes…heights…the dark. The Scarecrow took that fear and exploited it to the limits, driving his victims to near madness with fright.
“I see you haven’t forgotten me.” The Scarecrow said. “And I haven’t forgotten you and what you did to me the last time we met.”
“Mmmmph! Uuuummm!” Batgirl tried to plead through her gag. If only she could speak, she would try and reason with this misguided villain that whatever plans he had for her were only going to hasten his trip back to prison. These villains could never succeed with their nefarious plans, no matter how hard they tried. Sooner or later, Batgirl would get herself out of this mess, and then she would overcome her cowardly captor.
“I have one hour to spend with you.” The Scarecrow said with obscene relish. “So I’m going to make it quality time. I have a new little chemical I’d like to experiment with.”
Batgirl did not like the sound of that. Well, whatever he had planned, it would be for an hour, and it didn’t sound like he was going to kill her. The only question was…what would happen after that hour?
Batgirl could now see The Scarecrow with her peripheral vision leaning over a table to do something. Then she watched in horror as he held up a large hypodermic needle filled with a glowing blue fluid as he pushed the plunger to expel any air bubbles. She began to shiver nervously as The Scarecrow approached her with evil intent in his sunken eyes.
“I would say that this is only going to hurt a little bit…” The Scarecrow said as he positioned the needle tip over her right biceps muscle. “…But I would be lying.”
With that, The Scarecrow plunged the needle into Batgirl’s tensed up arm and she emitted a muffled scream behind her gag as she bit hard into the rubber ball. The pain was intense, burning her arm like a hot poker, and then it ended. Batgirl passed out.
Batgirl awoke with a start. She was standing on a piece of wood, not much larger than a two-by-four in the middle of a dungeon filled with water. Her arms were chained behind her, while her feet were securely manacled to the wood. She was breathing through a scuba regulator from a hose attached somewhere behind her back. Her costume was gone, in tatters actually. About the only remnants remaining were her boots and mask and wig. Her soft brown pubic hair and size 36-C breasts were exposed and vulnerable.
She suddenly noticed the wood was slowly being lowered into the water. She was nearly paralyzed with fear, although she knew Scarecrow would be watching, somehow, so she tried not to show it. She tried working her chains, slowly moving her wrists, but she almost immediately knew she wouldn’t get free. Not this time. They were too tightly fastened as she struggled, the water now up to her breasts, her nipples beginning to stand erect from the cold water.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.” She gasped as she felt the water on her nipples.
Death by drowning had to be one of her worst fears. Being raped by villains, her identity exposed was someone she was always in fear of, but dying by simply gasping for air until one’s lungs burst was a horrible thought she tried to put out of her mind as the water reached her neck. She closed her eyes as the water reached her mouth, then slowly covered her nose, then eyes, and finally, her entire mask. She was underwater, breathing through a hose until her tormentor decided to end it.
“What’s he doing?” she thought to herself. “If he wanted to simply drown me like a rat, I wouldn’t have this regulator on.”
Batgirl opened her eyes to get a better view. As she did, she saw a form approaching. She gasped as the form got nearer. It was a very, very large, well built bald man, who was totally naked. There was nothing Batgirl could do but watch in fear as he stared at her through his mask.
Batgirl was humiliated. In all her crime fighting days, she had never been captured and stripped, her breasts and vagina exposed for all to do.
The thug seemed to read her mind as he smiled, then began to suckle her breast. As much as Batgirl feared the idea of being raped, the sensation created by a man’s warm tongue on her nipple sent a chill through her. He stopped, momentarily, and smiled back, as she realized he was turning her on. He leaned over and began to suck, playing with her already hard nipples between his tongue, stopping every few seconds to put his regulator back in for a mouthful of air. His other hand ran down her belly, past her mound, to her thigh, were it remained for a moment, then it began to probe her opening, gently toying with labia, as he just barely stuck it inside of her at the entrance to her canal.
“Ummmmmmmmmmmm.” She exhaled into the regulator, closing her eyes. “This can’t be happening to me,” thought Batgirl, fighting the idea of giving into the brute, while not denying there was a certain element of excitement in being completely helpless.
The man’s finger continued to play with her, gently rubbing her clitoris, back and forth. Batgirl could feel herself moisten inside, her breathing start to labor as her clitoris swelled with excitement. Then, without warning, his finger was inside of her, feeling her walls, going places no mans finger had been in so long Barbara couldn’t remember when she had last made love.
Just as quickly it withdrew, as she sighed, but then quickly gasped, as she felt his penis at the entrance to her canal.
“NOOOOOOO... NOOOOOOOOOO!” She cried into her regulator, the words were clearly understand by her tormentor, who smiled and put his massive arms around her. Helpless to fight back, Batgirl could only push her muscles tight as the man tried to enter her.
NOOOOO can’t let him take me...not like this.... Please...Nooooo.... Noooooooo. She thought to herself.
Batgirl fought him off for several minutes as he placed his penis at her lips and tried to shove his penis up into her belly. As she sucked on her regulator, she noticed she was beginning to gasp for air. The man had reached up and turned a valve above her, her air line, shutting down her supply of oxygen. She gasped, and pulled for air. Some was there, but not enough to keep Batgirl from beginning to black out. She could feel the lightheadedness come over her. She knew if she didn’t surrender, she would surely drown, as she relaxed.
“Ugghhhhhhhhhhh!” She wailed as she felt the man’s penis enter her. Never had she been taken and raped. Never had Batgirl succumbed to a criminal like this. So proud, so powerful, so defiant, the mere act of his penis entering her almost shattered Batgirl as she felt the thugs penis move up into her until she screamed through her regulator. He moved so fast up into her and filled her so much she was in pain as he gave a last jolt, his massive arms hugging her to him, his warm penis now completely enveloped in her walls.
He looked at Batgirl. She was so beautiful, so mysterious, as he ripped the regulator out of her mouth and kissed her and began pounding her pelvis with his, moving his cock partially inside and outside of her. Batgirl struggled with him, feeling him stealing her breath away. There was little she could so as she felt her lungs ready to burst. He could feel her death struggle, as he released her mouth and watched, fascinated. She put her head back and released the last of her air.
Can’t...last...got to have air.... were her last thoughts as she blacked out.
The next thing she knew she was gasping for air, as her assailant turned her air back on. He continued to pump her. Even as terrified as she was, Batgirl began to become stimulated to the constant hard throbbing cock inside of her. She began to rock back and forth, in sync with the man behind the scuba mask, who held her tightly.
“Ummmmmmmmm.” she moaned, feeling her pleasure building. The man took out his regulator again and began sucking on her right nipple, gently caressing it with his tongue.
“What am I doing?” thought Barbara to herself as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter inside as she slipped back and forth on his massive member. The warmth of his tongue, combined with the bondage and stimulation was too much for her. She moaned again and shuddered, a prelude to her climax.
“Ahhhhhhh...UMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH...GGGGGOOOOODDDDDDDDD!” She cried as she came.
At the same moment she cried out as she noticed that her labored breathing wasn’t getting any air. The man stared back at her, a smile on his face as her face turned to horror as she released he was now coming inside of her.
“HELP...HELP ME...” she mouthed to him as she felt the last of her oxygen reserves being depleted. She began to see stars as he took off his facemask, revealing the face to be none other than Bruce Wayne.
What???? Bruce...how could you???? Were Batgirl’s last thoughts as she gasped for air, and then took in a mouthful of water. Everything went dark and she was dead.
Batgirl awoke with a start. Oh God, what happened to me? She thought was her mind cleared from her disorientation. Like waking from a bad dream, Batgirl remembered bits and pieces of her nightmare, struggling to place them all together like a puzzle, until she could run it through her head like a film. She moaned softly when the images became clearer in her mind. It was one of the most horrifying experiences she had ever had. Drowning was one of Batgirl’s biggest fears. What has this monster done to me?
“Well, how are we doing so far?” The Scarecrow said as he approached the table and snapped his fingers in front of Batgirl’s heavy-lidded eyes as she fought to try and awaken fully from her nightmare. He noticed her face was covered with perspiration. “You scared me there for a moment when you stopped breathing.”
Batgirl gave a weak moan in response, and then The Scarecrow spoke again. “Are you ready for another dose? You were only gone a few minutes. It seems like the first one was rather weak so I increased the dosage a bit.”
The Scarecrow grinned with sick joy as he watched Batgirl respond with a series of struggles and groans as her breathing became heavier when she realized that he was going to put her through another nightmare. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded through the ball gag. “Ummmmph! Erummm! Unnnnnn!”
“Oh, Batgirl, your begging tears at my heart, but science must move ever forward.” The Scarecrow taunted. “Here, this will help you.”
Oh God let this end! Batgirl thought, and braced herself for another agonizing jab from The Scarecrow’s needle. Her body tensed up as if it were in the throes of electric shock, as a ragged scream emitted from her throat… and then her world faded around her.
Batgirl stirred. “Ummmmmm.” she moaned, as she lazily opened her eyes.
Every bone in her body hurt from her recent battle. The last thing she remembered was fighting Clayface and he had been getting the best of her. In fact, the last thing she remembered was being thrown out of a second story window and into the street below, her body so battered she couldn’t even react. “This is it,” she thought on the way down, “Death…The demise of Batgirl. They’ll find my bedraggled costume and my body in the alley,” as she hit. It was the last thing she remembered.
She looked around. The lighting was dim but judging by the computers, she was in the Batcave.
“Hello, I was worried about you, Batgirl. Thought for awhile you might not make it. You were in shock and injured but I brought you back here. You’ve been out for a couple of days,” Batman said from the shadows.
“Well then I have you to thank, Batman for my life. What can I say but thank you? I’d be dead without you.”
Batman approached and stood under the dim light. “Just rest, Batgirl. You’ll be ready to go soon,” he said.
Batgirl had always been attracted to the caped crusader. The Dark Angel owed her career as a crime fighter to him. She had always fantasized about Batman and wondered who he really was behind the mask. To be sure, he also did not know her true identity. Before Batgirl knew what she was doing she leaned up, off the small cot she had been lying on and planted a deep kiss on his lips.
“Hmmmmmmmmm.” Even Barbara was surprised when he didn’t reject her, but instead leaned into her and continued to kiss.
“I’ve wanted you for sooooo long” whispered Batman. “But I dared not show it for fear it would jeopardize our relationship,” he said.
“Shut up and kiss me. Enjoy this,” she said looking into his eyes, as she reached around and undid the clasp on her back and pulled the zipper down.
Batman continued to kiss her while her pulled off Batgirl’s top, leaving only her own bra. He stopped kissing her to kiss her between her slightly brown freckled breasts, then leaned down and with his hands, ripped her bra apart in the front, as her breasts jumped out at him. Batman buried his mouth on one of her nipples as he and Batgirl began to pull off her bottoms. Her boots were already removed, as were her gloves from her stay, so within seconds the only things left on Batgirl were her mask and wig and panties.
The pair kissed, hugging as Batgirl could feel his huge member stiffen almost within a couple seconds, his bulge hard against her labia. Batman moved down her body, kissing and caressing her front until her stopped at her panties, looked up at her, grinned, and pulled them down around her knees with his teeth. Batgirl lay there, exposed for the Caped Crusader. More than anything, anything, she wanted to make love to Batman.
His tongue began to explore her lips, as his tongue flicked her clitoris, then ever so gently moved up into her, past her lips, her pubic hair wet from her juices just from thinking about him as he explored her inner walls with his huge tongue.
“With a tongue that large, wonder what his cock must be like,” she dared think as she lay on the cot, moaning, her hands now grasping her head as he brought her close to a thunderous climax.
“Ohhhhhh...yessssss...Ohhhhhhhhhh.... Ohhhhhhhhhh My God...mmmmmmmmm.” She moaned, as he stopped and grinned.
“What the? Please Batman...don’t stop...please...” She begged.
Batman got up undid his cape, whipped off his top, revealing his muscled body and then pulled off the belt and pants. He was naked, save for his lower body armor as he stood there, still in his mask, his huge cock stiff and erect.
Barbara gasped. She had never seen a cock that big. My God, he’ll split me apart, she thought to herself as she reached for him and brought him to her.
“Come on, Batman, I think we’ve both waited a long time for this,” she said into his ear as she took his cock and placed it at her entrance.
“Ohhhhhhh...OHhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” she groaned as she felt the penis enter her. She spread her legs and relaxed as she felt the huge penis work it’s up into her.
“Batman...you’re so large...so goooooddd,” she smiled as she took him all in. The pair quickly began to rock back and forth, as they changed positions and Batgirl got on top. She began to move up and down on Batman’s large cock, filling her as she began to literally scream. Her breasts jiggled up and down, until Batman began to suck one as the pair’s pelvises slammed into one another with reckless abandon.
“Ohhhhhhh yeeeeeessssssss.........yyyyyeeesssssssss!” she cried, suddenly reached up and in one movement removed her mask and wig, flinging them to the floor.
“Ugggghhhhhhh...Barbara Gordon?” said Batman staring at her beautiful face.
“Yeeeesssssssss...uuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned Batman, as Batgirl felt him seize in her, his member pumping her full of sperm.
It was just enough to drive her over the edge as she let out a yell, her insides exploding in a riot of seizures.
“OOOHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed as she came. “My God...” was all she could think as she rocked up and down on Batman, her climax not stopping.
Finally, she had enough and relaxed, staring into Batman’s eyes through his mask. She could feel his rock hard prick, still straining to come again.
“What’s good for the goose,” smiled Batman, turning her over so he was now on top of her sweat soaked body, her nipples still rock hard.
Barbara felt the bed they were on, lift up, as Batman got off the bed, still inside her and positioned himself so she was at a perfect height. He could stand and pump her, her legs draped over the end of the bed as he stood and began to thrust in and out, while his hands kneaded her breasts. Barbara placed her hands on Batman’s shoulders. It was like the dream she had always fantasized about... her and Batman making love.
“I’ve wanted you for sooo long, Batgirl, or should I say Barbara,” he said smiling as the pair feel into sync, their pelvises slapping together.
“You don’t know how long I’ve tried to catch your attention, to be seen as something other than a crime fighting partner, Batman,” replied Barbara as she moaned again.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh....” she moaned as Batman began to kiss her neck, a most sensitive area of Barbara. “Ahhhhhhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....” she shivered as she began to experience a series of small orgasms.
She could feel Batman building as the pair kissed and made love. She heard a noise, but thought nothing of it, until Batman began to turn his head. Just then there was a tremendous BANG...followed by another...BANG...Barbara was stunned, but the look on her face quickly turned to sheer horror as she realized the naked body of Batman had just been drilled by two bullets.
“ARRRRRGGHHHHHHH!” Batman cried, as the second bullet struck him squarely in the back of the chest. Batgirl tried to pull back, to protect herself, when another BANG rang out. Suddenly, she was covered with blood from Batman who had slumped over dead on top of her.
“My God...got to get him off me...She didn’t finish the thought as she looked up to see the smiling face of the Joker staring back at her with a large gun in his hand.
“So nice to see you. I mean really see you, Batgirl. I’ve never had a chance to see you sans costume and mask, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” He cackled, as she lay on the table, unable to get the Batman out and off of her.
“How...did you...?” Barbara stammered, still too shocked to even attempt anything. The man she adored, loved and admired lay dead on top of her.
“My dear. Reach back under your hairline. You’ll notice what seems like a small knot. It’s a tiny transistor we implanted under your skin after your battle with Clayface. It was all a setup to see if we could track you. Fortunately for me, you led me to Batboy here and you.
“No....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Barbara, realizing that she had caused the demise of Batman.
“Yes dear, and now you’re going to be my little pet,” hissed the Joker, heaving the body of Batman off Batgirl. As he held the gun on her, two assistants tied up Batgirl and spread her legs.
“I’d say the party’s about to begin, Ms. Gordon, ha, ha...” as the Joker took off his pants and slid his already hard penis between her labia.
“NOOOOOOOO...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Batgirl as she felt the Joker enter her.
John Nail and One-Eyed Jack watched from a secret panel overlooking the floor space below, where there were gathered nine of Gotham City’s most heinous criminals; The Joker, The Riddler, The Penguin, Catwoman, Two-Face, Mr. Freeze, Poison Ivy, The Mad Hatter, and Egghead.
“I almost feel sorry for Batgirl. That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.” One-Eyed Jack mumbled to himself as he looked on in awe as the super criminals made small talk with each other. All of them were giddy in anticipation of waiting their turn with Batgirl to mete out their own personal brand of revenge.
“Yes.” John agreed. “And it’s about to get scarier.”
“What do you mean?” One-Eyed Jack asked.
“Because the entire Gotham City Police force will be here in about five minutes.”
“What?” One-Eyed Jack exclaimed in panic. “What the hell did you do that for?!”
“You’d better leave if you don’t want to get caught up in this.” John advised his now panicked associate.
“These guys are going to kill me!” One-Eye said. “I didn’t tell anyone about you, just like you said. They’re going to think I set this whole thing up!”
“Then you’d better get out of Gotham City as fast as you can.” John said as he strolled out a back exit door and down the fire escape door to his car waiting in the alley already filled with the bags of cash.
“Hey! What about my money?” One-Eyed Jack called after him as he tried to chase him down. “You screwed me! I’ll fucking get you Nail! I’ll tell them it was you!”
John Nail ignored One-Eyed Jack’s threats and climbed in his car. “They won’t believe you. I’m supposed to be dead, remember?” John said before he peeled out of the alley in a haze of tire smoke.
“Shit!” One-Eyed Jack cursed. He looked around fearfully and then took off running back to his apartment. He decided to take Nail’s advice and leave town as fast as possible.
Batgirl was delirious and her body was wracked with pain and sweat. The last nightmare was so horrible that she felt her heart was about to explode from the rapid pounding. She discovered to her horror that she was still in her same predicament. The Scarecrow was looking down at her in fascination with his straw hair rustling as he laughed.
“Well! That must have been a very naughty dream, Batgirl.” The Scarecrow said with delight as he placed a finger at her crotch to touch the damp spot there. “You were moaning and groaning like no one I’ve ever seen before.”
The Scarecrow was in the process of removing the gauze from across her mouth. “But near the end there, you must have had quite a fright. You bit right through your gag.”
Batgirl gasped when he removed the pieces of the rubber ball. Immediately she began to plead in a weak, hoarse voice. She was beyond trying to attempt to reason with this evil criminal, and she was angry and frightened. “You bastard! Let me go right now!”
“Nonsense, Batgirl.” The Scarecrow responded. “I still have lots of time left with you.”
Batgirl groaned when she heard that, and continued pleading. “Please! Don’t do this!”
“Oh. Come now. One more won’t hurt.” The Scarecrow said as he brought over another syringe containing a larger dose than the last.
Batgirl emitted a long high-pitched scream, which caught the attention of the other nine criminals in another part of the building.
“Oh, my.” Laughed the Joker. “I hope The Scarecrow leaves enough for the rest of us.”
“Awk!” The Penguin squawked. “I’m tired of waiting my turn. Catwoman, I’ll pay you double whatever you bid if I can take your turn.”
“Not a chance, Pengy.” She replied as she stretched her feline body out on her chair. “I can’t wait to get my claws in her. It will be purrr-fectly delicious.”
In one corner, The Riddler was giggling like hyena, rubbing his gloved hands together. “I’m next! I’m next! Oh I can’t wait!”
The rest of them looked on, each with their own private thoughts of Batgirl’s demise running through their twisted minds.
Batgirl looked around. She shook her head. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t remember how she had arrived where she was. She was in some sort of large house, with many rooms. A Gothic style mansion. Her hair stood on end. She sensed danger was close. Every nerve and muscle in her well-toned body was ready for something. But what? Suddenly, there was a creak behind her. She dropped and rolled as a large wooden spear sailed past, right where she had been standing.
“Even in my armor, I’d have been run through,” she thought to herself as she crouched, looking around, her eyes darting, searching for any movement. Then, in the doorway across the room, a large, muscle bound man appeared. In fact, a man with the muscles to match Bane and then some stepped into the room.
“Hello, Batgirl. So glad you made it to the execution,” he smiled confidently.
“And whose execution would that be, yours?” she asked with a defiant smile back.
Without answering, he quickly leapt towards her. Batgirl tensed. She knew this was no ordinary opponent. He moved at least twice the speed of any human she had ever seen. Within a second he had crossed the room as she ducked out of the way, landing a hearty kick to his groin.
“Ummppphhhhhhh!” He grunted as he sailed past. He began a swing but Batgirl ducked. Before she knew what happened, he responded with lightening like speed, catching her jaw with a thunderous kick, sending Batgirl sprawling, grabbing for her aching jaw.
Batgirl tried an old trick, using her gymnastic skill to leap over her opponent, but he caught her by the groin as she leaped over him, clasping her with his fist.
“AARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!” she screamed in agony as she crashed to the floor. Batgirl now realized her opponent was too strong and quick for her. The best offense was to get out of the room she was in and collect her thoughts. As he bent down to grab her, she kicked him with all her might, dazing him for a second, enough for her to run from the room.
She looked around the hallway. Straight up ahead was a large old wooden door, that looked like it might lead to the outside. “Sure hope this thing’s not locked.” She told herself as she grabbed it and pulled it open.
Her opponent was rapidly gaining on her, so she peered through the darkness and stepped...down...down...down she sailed.
“Uh-oh” she thought before she landed on what felt like an old net like the ones at the circus.
Her eyes adjusted to the dim light as she struggled. The strands of the ropes she had landed on were holding her arms and legs. “Got to break free,” she said as she tried to grab her utility belt. Some sort of super-strength material is holding me in place she thought. Then it dawned on her and her eyes filled with horror. This wasn’t a net; it was some sort of giant spider web. For years one of Barbara Gordon’s phobias was a fear of spiders. She had never really gotten used to the creatures and now she began to shake, hoping she was wrong. She was spread eagle on the web, her arms and legs apart, her head barely able to turn. She was unable to bring it forward as she felt the web moving.
“Batgirl.” announced a raspy voice, “So good of you to join me for dinner.”
Batgirl looked to her left to see what appeared to be a half-human, half spider-like creature. The upper half had what appeared to be a male’s face and arms, although covered by thick black hair. The bottom half was a spider, with a large stinger and four tentacles.
“Hello, how are you,” said Batgirl, trying hard not to let her voice break. She thought perhaps a friendly approach might help her plight, rather than a combative one. Maybe this is all just a mistake she hoped.
“I have heard about you, Batgirl. I hoped one day that we might meet. I am The Recluse. I am sorry for your predicament, but I’m afraid the Master wouldn’t like it if I let you go,” he said, toying with her breasts as he looked at her.
“I’ll bet we’d make a good team, me and you,” she said, trying to reason the creature.
“I’m afraid not, Batgirl. I like to work, and eat alone, if you get my drift.” He cackled.
“What would...?” She was just beginning to say as The Recluse took one hand and ripped her costume open, spilling her breasts out.
“I’d reconsider this if I were you, Recluse.” Said Batgirl, through clenched teeth.
“Don’t worry, my dear, you’re going to love this,” he said ripping the rest of her costume open, cutting her utility belt off like it was butter and exposing her brown mound of pubic hair.
“You...you....” She said her voice beginning to tremble as the thought of a spider working on her began to overtake her. “Please...!” she begged, her eyes going wide with fear as she began to lose control.
The next instant she screamed, as the Recluse descended upon her, ripping at her nipples with razor sharp teeth.
“AAARRRGGHHHHHHH!” Batgirl screamed out of terror and pain. She didn’t scream long because suddenly the Recluse rammed a long, long tongue into her mouth and began probing her as she fought for breath. At the same time, a large protrusion from his stinger began to probe her lips and hair, spreading her labia.
Batgirl began to panic, knowing she was about to be raped by her worse nightmare.
“NO!!!! NOOOOO!” she tried to say but could only mumble a stifled ‘no’ as the penis like protrusion began to spread her legs further and further.
Batgirl was powerless for the first time in her crime-fighting career to stop what was happening to her. She tried with all her might to free her hands from the web, to no avail. She was unable to fight back as she felt the spider’s penis slowly enter her. It was small at the end, but as it entered her it quickly grew thicker as it wound it way up into her womb.
“GARRRR!” She fought for short breaths as she tried to scream from the pain of her walls being spread to the point she thought her muscle’s might began tearing. She could feel the Recluse bring his legs around her, enveloping her tightly as his massive member halted its journey up her vagina. He began to move, more like a human, she thought as his member slid back and forth in and out of her. Despite her fear, she couldn’t help but feel her clitoris fill with blood as the stimulation continued.
She felt wet all over, sweaty, as she felt herself losing control. The Recluse withdrew his large tongue for a moment. “You’re feeling the effects of my serum. It’s a poison and aphrodisiac.” He said smiling back at her.
“No....can’t...must resist or it’s the end...” she thought as she felt a sudden movement and her pelvis began to quiver.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She moaned unable to resist, closing her eyes as she began to tremble. The Recluse took his mouth to hers, placed his tongue into her throat and began to probe deeper and deeper allowing her to only catch brief breaths as she struggled to remain conscious.
“Ohhhhhh my Gooooddddddd!” Groaned Batgirl, her final resistance crumbling, as she felt the huge bone in her, her legs now spread as far apart as they could physically go.
“UMMMMPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She screamed signaling her surrender as her insides exploded with her juices and The Recluse’s cum. He shot it deep into her, time and time again as he held Batgirl close.
He thrust into her more, as she came again, gasping in short breaths, her breasts heaving. Barbara only knew it was the most intense, best orgasm she had ever had. She tried to catch her breath as The Recluse withdrew his tongue from her, still thrusting his massive penis back and forth on her clitoris. The Recluse knew the poison would only take moments to work and the more Batgirl participated the quicker the end would come as the poison worked its magic on the Dark Angel.
“My.... Goooooddddddddddd!” She screamed feeling a thunderous, overwhelming orgasm about to wash over her when all of a sudden her anticipation turned to horror as she felt a terrible pain in her chest.
“Whaaaattt...what?” she gasped, as she felt what felt like her heart explode, her eyes and face contorted in pain and horror.
“Ah. I’m afraid with every little orgasm comes some pain, Batgirl. Did I mention the poison acts quite quickly and in a few moments you’ll be quite dead of a massive heart attack. Fucked to death, as you will.” He croaked as Batgirl screamed from the pain then felt everything going black.
The Recluse hoisted the body of Batgirl on his penis, then withdrew from her, as her naked, dead body slumped back into his web.
In the distance Batgirl could hear crying and sobs. The last thing she remembered was being fucked by The Recluse, and then everything went black. Yet, here she was, with her suit intact. Strange, she thought. She quietly and slowly approached the sounds in the house, wary of another trap. She looked through a dark room into another room at the other side. Inside were people sitting in chairs, some sobbing, others talking quietly. She approached and gasped when she noticed her father sitting, his eyes red.
“She was the best. Jesus, I never knew about her other life, although I suspected, until this.” He told a man she recognized as Chief O’Hara.
She quickly scanned the audience. There was her old friend Marcy, and Dick and Bruce plus people from the library. “They must think I’m not coming back or something.” She said to herself walking into the back of the room. She glanced at the front and froze.
“Ohhhhhh....Nooooo.... It can’t be.... It can’t be...my God....” she drew her breaths in gasps as she started at the body of Barbara Gordon lying in a casket. She was dressed in her Batgirl outfit, only her mask and wig were removed and placed at the front of the coffin.
“Daddy...Daddy...!” She ran up to the Commissioner screaming, only he didn’t respond to her. “Marcy...you know me...Barbara.” She said, flinging her mask and wig off as Marcy walked right through her.
“Poor Barbara,” the commissioner said as he wiped his eyes and looked at Marcy. “The bastard didn’t give her a chance. She died within minutes of ingesting the drug. A massive heart attack. Oh, if only I could have helped her.” He sobbed.
“I’m not dead...I’m not dead...I’m not dead!” Barbara screamed, standing in the middle of the crowd.
“No, you’re not,” said a voice she immediately recognized because it was belonged to The Recluse. “You were injected with a drug that reduces your heart rate to a rate that appears to make you dead.” Smiled The Recluse as her father closed her coffin and the people began to pour out of the small house that she now realized was in the cemetery.
She opened her eyes. Batgirl realized what had happened now. She tried to move her arms and legs to no avail. She tried to scream although she couldn’t open her mouth. She felt the casket being lowered into the ground, as she tried in vain to move her arms to pound and alert her friends that she was indeed, not dead.
“NOOOO...NOOOOOO...I’m not dead!” She tried to scream as the first thumps of dirt fell onto the casket. She continued to scream as she heard the digger continue dumping large shovel fulls of dirt onto her coffin. Just then, she began to get some arm movement back, and then her lips began to move.
“Helppp... Helppppppppp! Heeellllppppppppppp!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she began banging on the top of the coffin in an effort to open it. The screws had been placed and unfortunately for Barbara there was now four feet of wet dirt on her coffin. No amount of pounding or strength would save her now.
“Nooooo... Helllllleeepppp...Heeeeellppppppppppppppppp!” She continued to scream for hours, until she finally could take it no more and went insane.
When Batgirl awoke, her breathing had stopped. She panicked when she felt that she couldn’t get any oxygen in her lungs. Her body was electrified with fright and her mind was numbed to near madness. When she was finally able to calm herself down by convincing herself that what she was experiencing was the aftermath of a horrific dream, Batgirl slowly began to gasp in precious air. Her body had become so tense, that she soon realized that the straps binding her wrists under her back had come loose from the intense pulling as her muscles contracted and relaxed while she was undergoing her nightmare.
She was breathing in short gasps, and she turned her head to see where her tormentor was. The room was empty and the door was ajar. Batgirl gave out a grateful scream of relief, and rose up from the table as she loosened her wrist bonds completely. She rushed to undo her ankle straps before The Scarecrow returned.
It was then that Batgirl heard a commotion from somewhere within the building. She jumped down off the table, once she was completely free, and almost fell to her knees when she realized that her physical body was wracked with tension and soreness from her ordeal. She took a few precious moments to allow her body to recover, and then pushed herself towards escape. Before she left the room, she saw that The Scarecrow seemed to have left in a rush, as his remaining syringes were still capped and lying haphazardly on a stainless steel metal tray cart beside the table, along with her utility belt.
Batgirl put on her belt and grabbed the remaining needles as evidence, when she heard a door slam and she rushed out the door into a hallway. At the far end, she saw an exit door and headed for it. She burst out and found herself on the landing of a fire escape. Down below, she saw The Scarecrow leap off the last rung and start to run down the alley.
Without thinking twice, Batgirl was pushed by a sudden fit of anger, and leaped over the fire escape railing, dropping down two stories in fractions of a second; she landed squarely on top of The Scarecrow. The stunned criminal let out a surprised yell as he crashed down onto the pavement as he broke Batgirl’s fall. His ankles were snapped and he screamed in agony as Batgirl rolled off to the side. Once she oriented herself, she went over to the groaning villain and seized him by the back of the neck.
“I’ve got you, you cowardly fiend!” Batgirl snarled.
“No, don’t hurt me!” The Scarecrow whimpered. “My ankles are broken!”
“So, now you know what it’s like to feel pain!” Batgirl said, and then suddenly realized she was still holding the syringes he left behind. “Now you’re going to see what it’s like know fear!”
“What?” The Scarecrow said in surprised confusion. When he saw Batgirl bite off one of the syringe caps, he began to scream. “Nooooooooooooo! You can’t! I give up!”
“Tell me how you found out where I lived!” Batgirl demanded as she threatened him with the long needle.
“I don’t know where you live!” The Scarecrow said nervously. “I only paid to…I bid for the chance to get you for one hour.”
“What?” Batgirl asked. “Paid who? What are you talking about?”
“I… can’t… say…” the Scarecrow stuttered, fearful of retaliation by the underworld.
Batgirl jabbed the needle in above The Scarecrow’s collarbone and he screamed out. “No don’t! I beg you!”
“Tell me what is going on!” Batgirl said. “Who captured me?”
“I don’t know!” he whimpered. “All I know is that I paid One-Eyed Jack money so I could do what I wanted with you! You were already captured! There were others as well, but I don’t know who…”
“You’re lying!” Batgirl said.
“I swear! The only contact I had was One-Eyed Jack. Then I was told to come here!”
Just then, at the end of the alley, two Gotham City Police squad cars turned in. From the other end of the alley, several more officers began to swarm down between the buildings. Batgirl left The Scarecrow a shivering mess, and quickly used her Batarang and rope to scale the building and escape to the rooftops before the police arrived. She didn’t have time for their questions. She had a lowlife scum to catch.
The nine super villains were caught totally by surprise, as the Gotham City police S.W.A.T team fired tear gas and concussion grenades into the building. They stormed into the room commando style, shouting commands from behind their gas masks while other armed police crashed through the skylight and slid down on ropes.
Within minutes, all nine villains were under arrest, coughing and gagging from the tear gas. Nine different police vans were brought to the scene and each angry criminal was guarded all the way back into police custody by no less then ten uniformed officers.
Outside, watching the commotion were Commissioner Gordon and Chief O’Hara.
“Well, this is quite a coup, I must say.” Gordon said with pride.
Saints be praised, Commissioner, that it is.” Chief O’Hara agreed with pride.
“I’d certainly like to know who sent that anonymous tip. They saved us months of police work.” The Commissioner commented. “I wish Batman and Robin were here to see this.”
“Aye, Commissioner.” O’Hara said, “I only wish we knew what these dastardly vermin were up to. All we could find was an empty room where someone was held captive.”
“There’s no telling what sick twisted games these criminals play.” The Commissioner said before he left O’Hara to clean up the mess.
One-Eyed Jack was quickly stuffing clothes in an old Army duffel bag while his girlfriend Trixie looked on.
“So, where are we going Jack?” Trixie asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“We’re not going anywhere.” One-Eyed Jack informed her. “You’re staying here. I’m leaving!”
“But… why?” Trixie asked. “Did I do something wrong, Jack?”
“No sweet cheeks, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jack said “But I just made the biggest screw up to last a lifetime. The best thing for you to do is pretend you never knew me.”
“I don’t understand.” Trixie said as tears welled up in her eyes. “Why are you leaving?”
“I don’t have to time to explain. And even if I did, the less you know the better.” Jack explained as patiently as he could. “Take care. Maybe I’ll see you again someday.”
“Bye, Jack!” Trixie called out tearfully as One-Eyed Jack walked out the apartment door. She sniffled once or twice, sighed, and then noticed that she had a chipped nail. She took out her nail kit and went to work.
Batgirl watched from the top of the adjacent roof as One-Eyed Jack walked out the front door of his seedy apartment building. She followed him for awhile to see if he would lead her to someone, but he appeared to be only heading to the bus station. She swooped down from her perch by her Bat rope and startled One-Eyed Jack as she came up suddenly behind him. He panicked and dropped his bag, and started to take off when he ran full on into some metal trashcans on the sidewalk.
As he lay sprawled on the pavement, Batgirl stood over him and demanded, “You are too low of a worm to come up with a plan to capture me and sell me to the highest bidder. Who are you working with?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jack stammered as he cowered in fear. Batgirl looked plenty pissed, and he was not about to tangle with a woman scorned.
In an uncharacteristic move, even for Batgirl, she stepped squarely on his hand and dug her heel into it as One-Eyed Jack let out an agonized yell. “YEEAAAAAAARRGH!”
“Tell me!” Batgirl hissed through bared teeth. “Or you’ll wish you’d never been born!”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you!”
“Try me!” Batgirl said as she crunched her heel down.
“Oooowwwwwwww! Stop! I’ll tell you!” Jack screamed. “It was John Nail! The cop!”
Batgirl’s mouth fell open when she heard the name. A rush of feeling welled up inside her, a combination of hurt and longing that she had all but suffocated years before. They were all coming back up, and combined with her earlier ordeal with the Scarecrow, Batgirl felt faint and light-headed, grabbing a nearby hand railing to steady herself.
She let her boot up loose enough for One-Eyed Jack to free himself. It took several seconds for Batgirl to gather her battered senses. John Nail? How? Why?
She asked herself how he could possibly be responsible for all of this. And he was dead, wasn’t he? The body was never recovered after her awful encounter with Brutal Bob, and for awhile afterwards, she held out hope for the possibility, but she gave it up after she realized she was only killing herself with the idea. She had to let it go and move on.
Questions spun through her head, and all at once, her mind seemed to become numbed with a sort of strange feeling. A woman’s intuition was thought to be some sort of joke in some circles, but then Batgirl became suddenly overwhelmed by a strong rush of emotions that made her swoon. Combined with her exhaustion and drug abuse from the previous evening’s ordeal, Batgirl began to feel faint, and slowly dropped to the sidewalk. The last though that went through her confused mind was He’s alive!
One-Eyed Jack watched in fascination as Batgirl slumped to the ground. He was about grab his bag and take off, but something came over him. Here was the chance of a lifetime. Batgirl was at his feet, unconscious and helpless, and there wasn’t a soul around. He looked around once to make sure, and then quickly grabbed Batgirl by the cape and dragged her lifeless form into a nearby dark alley along with his duffel bag.
Once he found a secluded spot free from any prying eyes, Jack tossed his bag aside and wipe his hand across his brow, looking down at Batgirl on the floor of the dingy alley. A hundred thoughts went through his mind. The first instinct being that he wanted to teach her lesson for all the times she ruined his criminal plans. Then he became enthralled with her body, the curves of her hips and legs, and especially her breasts. He could teach her a thing or two in that department. He then thought of unmasking her, but he would save that for later.
Batgirl started to stir, so One-Eyed Jack quickly looked around for something to bind her. He found some loose coils of wire in a trash bin and set to work, first tying her wrists together behind her back, and then wrapping it a few times around her slender neck in a haphazard noose. He was about to tie off the end to a nearby vent pipe, when Batgirl suddenly came alive, twisting in his grasp and kicking outwards, catching him in the kidney, making him grunt with pain.
When One-Eyed Jack recovered from the surprising blow, he lashed back, punching Batgirl first in the stomach, and then on the side of the head. She fought back ferociously, desperate not to be captured yet again, but she has handicapped without the use of her hands in the battle, and Jack reigned down with multiple blow and kicks, frightened out of his wits and pumped with adrenaline. Soon, Batgirl lay on the ground groaning and barely moving from the assault.
“Not so…(gasp)…bad now…are you? (Gasp)!” Jack said through panting breath. “Now it’s time for round two.”
“Unnnnnn.” Batgirl moaned, barely audible as Jack picked her up roughly and finished tying her to the pipe, placing her in a sitting position on top of a pile of crates.
“Moan all you want.” Jack taunted. “No one’s going to help you. You’re mine now. I’m going to do to you what all those freaking villains were dying to do!”
“Ugggh! Urrrrk!” Batgirl choked as Jack tightened the wire noose securely.
“Now let’s take a look at the goods.” Jack smiled as he ran his hands over her body as he positioned himself between her legs. She squirmed in his grasp, and tried to scream out, but Jack slammed a hand over her mouth quickly and took a handkerchief out of his pocket and bunched it up to make a gag to stuff in her resistant mouth.
“Unnnnnnghh! Ummmmph!” Batgirl tried to protest, and then she was met with a savage back handed slap across her jaw, knocking her senseless.
“Shut up!” Jack hissed as he took out his switchblade and began cutting her costume open, beginning at the top to expose her chest.
“Oh, fuck yea! Look at these!” Jack said in animalistic pride. “I’ve been dying to see what these looked like for years.”
Batgirl was vaguely aware of what was happening. She was stunned and in pain, and now she was being cruelly tormented and molested by one of the lowest of criminals. This can’t be happening! She thought to herself. It was almost worse than what The Scarecrow had already done, and this time it was real. She was sure. The pain told her so. She twisted and moaned helplessly as Jack squeezed and pinched her nipples and breasts.
“All right, let’s see what else we got.” Jack salivated as he tugged cut and tore the bottom part of Batgirl’s costume until she was cruelly exposed around the waist.
“Yes… you have a nice tight little ass!” Jack sneered. “I’m going to enjoy fucking that a little later, but first, I’m going to get some of this sweet cooz of yours. How would you like that? Are you ready for Jack’s One-Eyed Snake?”
“Urrruuum!” Batgirl protested weakly. The more she tried to fight, the rougher Jack was with her, and she knew it only succeeded in egging him on to more cruelty.
“Okay, Batgirl, you’re going to be my little Batwhore now.” Jack laughed as he grasped her under her cheeks and lifted her up so he could begin to penetrate her. He clenched her tight and shoved his cock inside her roughly, causing her to give out a stifled groan with the gag still stuffed in her mouth.
“Oh, shit.” Jack groaned. “You are as tight as…Unnnnnnnnh!”
One-Eyed Jack began slamming into Batgirl, filling her deeply with his stiffened member and raping Batgirl for all he was worth. He kept one hand clenched on her ass cheek and used the other to fondle and squeeze her jiggling mounds. Then he leaned down and began licking Batgirl on the face as she winced and screamed.
“I know you like this Batgirl.” Jack said between grunts and gasps. “Don’t act like you don’t. You haven’t had cock this good in a long time, I’ll bet.”
Batgirl was angry and humiliated, and she couldn’t help but try to fight him off, pushing against him with her legs and hips, but only succeeding in making Jack penetrate her more deeply. If only she could get her hands loose from the wire, and the wire around her neck was choking her as he continued his assault.
Suddenly Jack tensed up, groaning loudly as he began to spasm and unload his seed deep inside Batgirl’s vagina. He continued pumping, spilling every drop inside the captive heroine until he was exhausted and spent. He pulled and staggered, trying to get his legs back, while Batgirl sat upon the crates, sweating and humiliated by the degrading assault.
She lashed out at Jack, nearly catching him in the groin, and he jumped back quickly.
“So you haven’t learned your lesson, have you?” Jack said as he came at her, avoiding her kicking boots and grabbing her by the throat, choking off her air, until she started to stiffen and stop her resistant struggles. Her eyes began to roll up, and she almost passed out when he let her loose and warned her. “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you.”
One-Eyed Jack looked over Batgirl with a half-grin as he pulled his pants back on. He looked at her dazed face and said softly, “Well, I might as well get a look at who you are under this mask.”
Batgirl panicked when she realized what was about to happen, but she was just as helpless to do anything about it. He had her and she knew it. All she could do was try to resist as much as possible, which was weak at best. She twisted her head from side to side as Jack reached around and began to remove the cowl. He was somewhat surprised when the red wig came off as well, and soon Batgirl’s face was exposed.
“Well, I’ll be fucked!” Jack exclaimed in shock. “Barbara Gordon.”
“Arrurrrr!” Barbara growled behind the gag. She was livid at the audacity of this fiend, the ultimate humiliation of her unmasking after a brutal rape causing her to shake with anger. She was further humiliated when Jack grabbed her by the cheeks and leaned close to taunt her.
“I can’t believe I just hammered the Commissioner’s daughter.” Jack boasted. “Wait until I tell all my friends about this. Now all I have left to do is fuck you in the ass, tit fuck you and let you give me a blowjob. Then I’m going to make my own deal for what’s left of your sorry life, with whoever hasn’t been hauled away by the cops.”
“I don’t think you’ll be doing much of anything with a hole in your skull.” Came a voice from the darkness, causing Jack to gasp in surprise. He spun around and found himself face to face with John Nail. Behind Jack, Batgirl sighed with relief, although she couldn’t see who had suddenly appeared. The sudden shift of her emotions from doom to relief caused her to suddenly faint where she sat. She didn’t hear the silenced gun report or see One-Eyed Jack fall to the ground with a black bullet hole in his forehead. Neither did she see who her savior was that had come to rescue her.
John Nail had been watching and following One-Eyed Jack to make sure he was leaving town. He had watched the entire scene play out before him from down the street as Jack escaped Batgirl’s capture as she appeared to pass out right on the sidewalk. When he saw Jack pull her into the alley, his first instinct was to drive away, but his conscience got the better of him. Now matter how ruthless he had become, he discovered that he still had feelings for Barbara Gordon.
Now Nail gathered up the lifeless form of Batgirl in his arms and carried her to his car. He laid her in the front seat, slammed the door, and roared off. At first he had no idea what he was going to do with her, but he ended up driving her back home to the alley behind her apartment building.
Batgirl had begun to stir, but she didn’t fully recover until she realized someone was carrying her. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw that she was back home. She became alarmed when she came to the shocking realization that, whoever brought her home, knew who she was and where she lived, both as Barbara Gordon and Batgirl.
John lay Batgirl down on the bed and started to walk away when Batgirl murmured, “Wait, who are you?”
John kept his back to her. He didn’t want to take a chance in letting Batgirl know who he was, even in the unlit bedroom. All he said was “Nobody.”
Batgirl had to think quickly, and somehow figure out how to make him stay for awhile longer. She had to know who he was. His gravely voice was unfamiliar and she couldn’t make out anything of his features in the darkness. In her still weakened state, she had no energy to challenge him at the moment.
“Please wait for a moment.” Batgirl said. “I want to thank you, whoever you are.”
John hesitated and then came close to the bed. He was surprised when she held out her arms as if to embrace him. He bent down and held her for a moment, as his own deep feelings surged to the surface, opening a long dormant store of emotions.
Nail quickly pulled away, and then he was gone. Batgirl waited for a minute, and then got up slowly from the bed when she was sure he had left. She headed straight to her bathroom and stripped off what was left of her torn and sticky costume. Her body was sore from head to toe, bruised and beaten from not only The Scarecrow’s treatment, but One-Eyed Jack’s as well. She had to wash off the ugly feeling of her encounter with them in a long hot shower. After she was cleaned up, she took a drug stimulant from her medicine chest to help fight off her exhaustion.
Now Batgirl went and changed into a fresh costume. Then it was out into the Gotham City night to track down a stranger. Her gut feeling told her that she already knew who the mysterious Good Samaritan was, and it also told her that One-Eyed Jack was dead. She checked the electronic locator on the instrument panel of her Batgirl Cycle. The tracking device she had planted on the man when she embraced him in her bedroom led her to the location of a Gotham City cemetery.
John Nail was sitting on a monument, rubbing a police shield in his hand and staring at a marble headstone engraved with the name Shawn Foster Nail with the dates of birth and death. There was a Gotham City police badge engraved in the marble as well, with the words: ‘A Beloved Husband, Devoted Father and Officer of the Law’ engraved below.
As he looked at the words, John was aware that someone was approaching from behind him and he knew exactly who it was.
“Hello, Barbara.” John said calmly.
Batgirl, stunned at first, noticed the headstone replied, “It is you, isn’t it?”
John said nothing at first, and then began to speak in a quiet tone. “Devoted father. What a crock. That son of a bitch never once thought that I would amount to anything. When I graduated from Police Academy, he didn’t even bother to show up. Then the bastard died on me before I made detective. We had a falling out when I accused him of being on the take. I was a stupid, cocky eighteen-year-old that thought he knew it all. You know what his crime was? Getting a free beer at O’Riley’s every day while he was on the job.”
John started to choke up. “He was a fucking saint compared to me, right?”
Batgirl was at a loss for words. In all the time she dated John, he never once spoke of his father. “John, why did you do this?”
“Because I could.” John said. “You see? I couldn’t prove a thing to him after he was gone, so what did I have to lose. Except maybe my sanity.”
“I’ll have to take you in.” Batgirl informed him.
“Now why would you want to do that?” Nail asked.
“Because I have to.”
“How about I make you a deal?” John said. “You let me go so I can disappear to California and set up a private agency out there with my ill-gotten money. In return I keep your identity our little secret.”
“You wouldn’t…”
“I would if I had to.” John said. “I may be no fucking good here, but maybe I can turn it around somewhere else. You’ll never see me again.”
Batgirl thought about it for a minute. There was no way she could risk having her identity revealed, especially after what had happened before. But she really didn’t have much choice. She asked John “What guarantee do I have that you won’t come back?”
“The word of a crooked ex-cop doesn’t mean much does it?” John said as he placed his police badge on his father’s headstone stood up to stand face to face with Batgirl.
For the first time, Batgirl was able to get a good look at his face. He had just shaved and pulled his hair back, and although his frame was larger, he looked like the John Nail she had known for what seemed like an eternity ago. From the look in his eyes, she knew she would never see him again. Her eyes began to well up with tears, and then she fought back the emotions and stood firm.
“How about if I cross my heart and hope to die?” John said and then embraced Batgirl, planting his mouth on hers and kissing her deeply.
When they finally broke apart, John said “Goodbye.” And left Batgirl standing alone among the graves of souls long departed. It took her several long minutes before she could finally gather her composure, and then she went back to her Batgirl Cycle.
She steeled herself with all her will, stomped the start pedal of her bike, and roared off into the Gotham City streets as dawn began to break.
THE END